Just finished watching High Fidelity; man, does that movie always get me reminiscing. One (no longer secret) goal of mine is to write a book based on all of my relationships… I suppose you could best compare it to (groan) Sex and the City, but less fashion/friendship focused. It would never be published; I’d probably be sued by all of my exes. Anyway.
I guess the part I’m trying to get at is the “ode” to the most influential men in my life. My 7th grade “boyfriend” would be in there, as would my freshman year long-term relationship (6 months!!). I’d devote at least a whole chapter to my senior year boyfriend (who happens to be one of my best friends now), and a whole other chapter to the one I dated my sophomore year of college. The rest would be short snippets of memories with guys I knew… probably only two or three pages apiece, interspersed throughout, in no semblance of chronological order. More in a “lessons learned” type of order, as I saw fit. Possibly from the smaller lessons on through the greatest ones, though I tended to learn both from my big relationships, so I’m still kind of working it out. I really have given thought to this… and about half of the rough sketches are already drafted somewhere, in about 20 different places.
So who exactly would read this? Well, I would… it would be nice to remember the nuances of my relationships when I’m older, rather than resorting to filling in the blanks with made up details. But then, besides the exes themselves, consumed by morbid curiosity perhaps, I’m not sure anyone would care to read it. But that’s all right because a) I’m not sure I want everyone to know all of my business (contrary to the blog, I know), and b) I couldn’t handle being judged for the mistakes I’ve made. By strangers, yes, but by my friends… definitely not.
Rain check for further elaboration; I’m very sleepy…
~J.
